In recent years, my progress in climbing has been wrought more through maxims of non-action than it has through ones of action.
On a grey, bleak morning in Bristol, I met up (via the medium of Zoom) with BananaFingers ambassador and member of Team GB, Gwyneth Uttley.
When I was 8 years old, I attended a birthday party at what was, at the time, the only wall in Bristol. No one in my family climbs, so I hadn’t been exposed to the sport before this.
The sun begins to set. A thousand yellow domes crowd the neighbouring bends, hollows, rises and folds of the hills around me.
It’s been a month now since the climbing gyms opened in England. Already it feels like people are getting more confident and the centres are getting busier.
Perhaps a nice way to begin this habit of blog writing is to think a little about why I am creating it.